...Saint Mary's I -ike Is visibly delighted ; For not a feature of those hills Is in the mirror slighted. But thou, that didst appear so fair To fond imagination,...of forest charms decayed, And pastoral melancholy. Fair scenes for childhood's opening bloom ; For sportive youth to stray in ; For manhood to enjoy his...

...breathed balmily about it ; the season was in the "heart of June," and I could say with th»poet, " But thou, that didst appear so fair To fond imagination,...rival in the light of day Her delicate creation!" Bridget's was more a waking bliss than mine, for she easily remembered her old acquaintance again —...

...breathed balmily about it ; the season was in the " heart of June," and I could say with the poet, " But thou, that didst appear so fair To fond imagination,...rival in the light of day Her delicate creation!" Bridget's was more a waking bliss than mine, for she easily remembered her old acquaintance again —...

...balmily about it; the season was in the *' heart of June," and I could say with the poet, But thon, that didst appear so fair To fond imagination, Dost rival in the light of day Her delicate creation I Bridget's was more a waking bliss than mine, for she easily remembered her old acquaintance again...

...breathed balmily about it ; the season was in the " heart of June," and I could say with the poet, But thou, that didst appear so fair To fond imagination,...Dost rival in the light of day Her delicate creation ! Bridget's was more a waking bliss than mine, for she easily remembered her old acquaintance again...

...breathed balmily about it ; the season was in the " heart of June," and I could say with the poet, " But thou, that didst appear so fair To fond imagination,...Dost rival in the light of day Her delicate creation !" Bridget's was more a waking bliss than mine, for she easily remembered her old acquaintance again...

...with suspended breath—now exulting—now desponding—all at the great enchanter's will. " And thon, that didst appear so fair " To fond imagination, "...rival in the light of day '• Her delicate creation." Loch Katrine answers all Ihad ever dreamed of it; and how seldom, how very seldom is this the case...

...she had done before, O, She belted him with his noble brand, And he's away to Yarrow. 1 Melancholy. " Meek loveliness is round thee spread, A softness still...of forest charms decayed, And pastoral melancholy." Wordsworth — Yarrow visited. 2 Long river meadows. As he gaed up the Tennies bank, I wot he gaed...

...that leads them to the grove, The leafy grove that covers ; And pity sanctifies the verse That paints, by strength of sorrow, The unconquerable strength...thee spread, A softness still and holy ; The grace of forest-charms decayed, And pastoral melancholy. That region left, the vale unfolds Rich groves of lofty...

...that leads them to the grove, The leafy grove that covers : And Pity sanctifies the verse That paints, by strength of Sorrow, The unconquerable strength of Love; Bear witness, rueful Yarrow I But \ i ic MI, that didst appear so fair To fond Imagination, Dost rival in the light of day Her...